Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.